He just became the last Celestial Master, and the school beauty is already calling him "Dad&quo

The washing machine emitted a steady electronic sound in perfect harmony.

Yang Guang mentally gave this old buddy a thumbs up.

Great machine!

It truly lives up to its reputation as a comrade-in-arms that has weathered many storms with my grandfather!

In a critical moment, it's a million times more reliable than a simpleton!

There was a two-second silence on Teacher Li's end.

In those two seconds, Yang Guang's fingers didn't stop for a moment.

at last.

Teacher Li sighed: "Why are you so careless about your health, child?"

"Can you just eat mushrooms indiscriminately?"

Coming, coming, coming!

The tone changed!

The questioning has turned into concern!

Yang Guang's lips curled up wildly, but the voice coming from his throat was still as weak as someone who was about to die.

"Teacher... I didn't expect this to happen... cough cough... Could you please grant me two days off?"

"I'll go back to school after I've calmed down a bit..."

"Two days?"

"Alright."

"Then you should focus on getting better. If you need anything, just tell your teacher. Is there anyone taking care of you at the hospital?"

"Yes, yes, there are doctors and nurses..."

"Okay then."

"Then you should rest well and avoid eating random things!"

"Thank you, teacher!"

The instant I hung up the phone.

Yang Guang slumped against the washing machine and let out a long sigh.

Become!

He looked down at the rusty washing machine and patted its exterior.

"Old buddy, you're the most talented home appliance I've ever seen."

Yang Guang hummed a little tune as he walked into the restroom.

Brush your teeth in three minutes.

Wash your face in two minutes.

A minute later, looking at her youthful yet weathered face in the mirror, she gave a hopeful smile.

Two hundred thousand!

I went to the rich woman's place today and took care of the ghost pearl matter. I immediately made 200,000!

We absolutely have to make this money!

Yang Guang tidied himself up, slung his faded bag over his shoulder, and pushed open the door to the main room to walk out.

But just then, there was a rapid knocking at the door.

"Bang bang bang bang bang!"

The commotion was similar to a demolition team coming to the door.

wrong.

They're even more anxious than the demolition team.

At least a demolition team will send you a notice, but this guy doesn't follow any rules at all!

Early in the morning!

Who the hell is so rude?

He stormed to the door in a fit of rage, yanked off the latch, and barked angrily, "Are you in such a hurry to be reborn?"

Yang Guang's shout was so powerful that it made the person outside the door take a half step back.

A chubby little boy was standing at the door.

It's round and plump, like a meat bun that's come to life.

She looks to be about the same age as Yang Guang.

His face was chubby, his cheeks were bulging, and he was sweating profusely from running early in the morning, panting so hard that he looked like a bellows.

He was wearing a Buddhist amulet around his neck.

Yang Guang glanced at the Buddha amulet, his eyebrows twitched slightly, but he didn't say anything.

The chubby boy took a couple of deep breaths, looked up and saw Yang Guang, his eyes instantly lighting up.

He immediately asked anxiously, "Excuse me, are you from the Office for the Dispensation of the Deceased?"

Yang Guang's face instantly turned cold.

Office for the Assistance of the Deceased.

These five words carry a different weight when they come out of the mouth of a living person.

To put it bluntly, these kinds of agencies are like underworld service stations.

Those who know of its existence are either the dead or a very small number of insiders.

Ordinary living people wouldn't even know what the two white lanterns at the door represent, let alone call out their names.

Who is this chubby kid?

Yang Guang took a half step back, placed one hand on the door frame, and looked the chubby boy up and down.

Who are you?

"How did you know?"

"explain!"

"What exactly is your purpose?"

The chubby boy didn't answer.

His two chubby hands grabbed Yang Guang's wrists with ridiculously strong force and pulled him away, shouting, "We've found the right one! We've found the right one!"

"Come with me right now!"

Yang Guang's entire body went on high alert instantly.

He gripped the door frame tightly with his right hand, leaned back, and his feet came to a stop on the floor tiles.

"Who the hell are you?"

Yang Guang snapped irritably, "I've seen people snatch young women from homes, but I've never seen anyone snatch a young man so early in the morning!"

"In broad daylight, under the clear sky!"

"If you don't let go, I'm calling the police!"

The chubby boy, his face flushed with anxiety, clung tightly to Yang Guang's arm, refusing to let go: "Big brother, stop talking nonsense!"

"My master sent me!"

"He said he came here to find the successor of this place, claiming it was a favor his father owed him, and now it's his turn to repay it!"

"You'd better come with me right now!"

The chubby boy's voice cracked: "Any later, and my master would be finished!"

Yang Guang's wrist was frozen solid in the chubby boy's fleshy palm.

His dad?

A favor owed?

Yang Guang suddenly took a big step back, kicked the door frame to steady himself, and stared at the fat boy warily.

"Don't talk nonsense!"

"What do I owe you that I owe you a favor?"

Yang Guang's mind raced.

His father, whom he had never met, had already left him with a mountain of karmic debts.

Every time I finish a commission, the moment the merit is credited to my account, it's like throwing a stone into a bottomless pit—not a single drop of water splashes up.

This debt hasn't been paid off yet, and another creditor has appeared?

What exactly did Yang Guang's biological father do?

How come I always seem to owe money wherever I go?

The chubby boy stomped his feet in frustration when he saw that Yang Guang didn't believe him.

He rummaged in his pocket for a while, then pulled out a small object wrapped in red cloth. He unwrapped it layer by layer and handed it to Yang Guang: "Here."

"My master said that if you don't believe me, he'll show you this."

A fragment lay inside the red cloth.

The size of a thumbnail.

It has a metallic texture, with a faint, cold gleam on the surface, and jagged edges.

Yang Guang glanced down.

Just one glance.

His heart skipped a beat.

A faint, yet unmistakable, bloodline resonance emanated from that fragment.

This feeling isn't something you cultivate; it's something you're born with.

Seven Star Dragon Spring Sword!

Yang Guang's lips twitched twice.

This is something passed down in the Yang family.

His grandfather had mentioned to him when he was alive that the sword had been lost years ago and that he shouldn't worry about it anymore.

Lost it?

You big idiot!

This thing was clearly taken by his unreliable father as a favor!

Yang Guang stared at the fragment, his temples throbbing.

A sword was broken and distributed among different people as a favor?

Are you giving a gift as a favor, or a jigsaw puzzle?

It's a piece the size of a fingernail!

You're so generous!

Sending out the whole sword at least preserves its dignity as a sword.

What does it mean to break off such a small piece?

Buy one get ten free?

Distributed throughout the city?

Yang Guang became increasingly agitated as he thought about it.

The merits accumulated in the underworld are so great that it's impossible to know when they'll be repaid.

Now this fragment of a sword, only the size of a fingernail, has appeared, and they're already asking for favors.

How many pieces would that sword shatter into?

Does each piece correspond to a personal favor?

Just how many debts did his father owe?

This isn't a favor, it's an installment payment plan!

And it's interest-free indefinitely!

The crucial point is that the interest for each period is entirely borne by his own son, Yang Guang!

Yang Guang examined the fragments twice, turning them over and over.

It is indeed a fragment of the Seven Star Dragon Spring Sword; there's no faking it.

Damn it!

Yang Guang now wants to know what kind of awful things his old man did back then.

How could I have accumulated so much debt?

This is a violation of divine law, isn't it?